"You love your job, a job that requires a strong sense of professionalism and mission. You have recorded countless bloody realities with your camera, and called on people to pick up their conscience and stop being numb. But do you care? Do you really care?
Is he a hypocrite hiding behind a mask of hypocrisy, or is he a true fighter?
At this moment, a certain toxin is spreading in your body, eating away at your life. When you wake up, your metabolism will accelerate this process. You still have about forty minutes to find the only exit from this place.
Let's see if the conscience of the man who has been hiding behind the camera can help him return to his family.
Life or death, make your choice."
When Feng Bujue heard this, he had already stood up and observed the situation around him. He was still wearing the default black T-shirt and trousers for gamers. According to a trick often played in a certain movie, he also specially checked himself
The trouser pocket was still empty. The contents of the bag had not changed, except for the plastic syringe.
"Choose your uncle!" Feng Bujue cursed after listening to the recording. Anyway, he was in single-player mode now, and the system did not stop him from swearing. Then he looked at the attributes of the walkman from the menu:
[Name: Walkman with built-in tape]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: worn]
[Function: Play the recording in the tape]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: You’d better believe the contents of the tape]
This was probably another plot item that could only be used once. Although Feng Bujue had memorized every word in the recording, he listened to it again just to be cautious and didn't care about the two minutes.
After listening to it for the second time, he put the Walkman in his bag. Considering that there might be more than one tape in this script, it was safer to take it with him.
The space in front of you is very spacious. The roof is about twelve meters or more above the ground. There are some large exhaust fans near the top. You can see the sun shining in from the outside, but there is nothing to climb nearby. The warehouse
The roof is arched, and when you look up, you can see many brackets that are level with the ground. There are light tubes on the brackets, which are also on at the moment. The walls are very solid, with a metal plate on the surface, and maybe a brick wall on the inside, but no matter it
Either way, Feng Bujue was obviously unable to forcefully destroy it and escape.
The system will not generate a scenario that can end immediately in two or three minutes. Assuming that Feng Bujue carries two unused [Explosive Divine Fist] strikes and his fighting specialization has reached F, then the system will definitely change.
The form of the script may make the walls of the warehouse twice as thick as they are now. Because under that premise, it is theoretically possible for Feng Bujue to escape directly using his skills. Although the success rate of each punch is only 20%,
Moreover, he was not sure how thick the wall was before he punched it for the first time, but the theoretical possibility existed after all.
When the system generates a script, it will inevitably kill that possibility. For example, Wang Tanzhi at this moment will never encounter such a script. In short, any script that relies on the initial state of the character when entering the script can be cleared immediately.
No matter how small the probability is, the system will never generate it.
Feng Bujue walked forward. There were many containers in the middle of the warehouse. The highest one was stacked up to three floors, but it was still quite far away from the roof. The containers were connected end to end and arranged very closely, forming the only one in front of Feng Bujue.
path.
"Hmm... a bad premonition." Feng Bujue certainly didn't mean to be afraid, he just wasn't very optimistic about the rewards he could get from this script. He felt that even for other normal people, this kind of thing taken from "Chainsaw"
The script of "Horror" will not cause too much fluctuation in the scare value.
In Jigsaw's killing games, the opportunity to create terror mainly lies in "time". In these games, threats are all visible, and fear gradually increases as death approaches. There are no sudden situations that may cause people to be frightened.
Surge. Moreover, in movies, the method for players to escape is often "self-mutilation". The combination of physical pain and time constraints will cause people to fail. But the players in Thriller Park can only bear the impact of a hammer hitting their fingers.
Pain, even if that level of pain affects every bone in the body at the same time, it can be overcome by gritting one's teeth.
Furthermore... Anyone who has watched this series knows that the purpose of Jigsaw is not to kill people, but to "save people". He uses pain to save those who do not cherish life, allowing them to re-examine life and appreciate life.
It's valuable. As long as you follow the "rules of the game" and dare to do evil things to yourself, you will definitely have a way to survive.
Taking these factors into consideration, Feng Bujue has basically determined that 80% of the difficulty of this script is focused on "solving the puzzle".
The system will not create a situation where players must die or lose, at least not in the (normal) difficulty modes. The difficulty of all scenarios is set by the system based on the player's character strength, and is only available in multiplayer modes.
added.
Facing Feng Bujue, a guy whose character strength is almost the same as at level 1 except for physical strength, the system can only give out this script. In his current state, it is impossible for him to fight. The generation is in line with
A level 4 player's monster or BOSS cannot be defeated by himself. So the way to pass the level becomes very clear. Either you solve the puzzle, or you are like the players in the movie, using the survival points to fight hard.
Hold on, hang up if you can't hold it anymore.
Not long after, Feng Bujue followed the path where the containers were discharged and came to a wall. There was an arrow drawn on the wall, pointing to a door that was blocked by the container at an angle. There was a very narrow gap in front of the door.
, just enough for people to go in sideways.
Feng Bujue took a look at the survival value and physical fitness value in the menu. They were almost full. The survival value would probably become lower and lower with the onset of "toxin", but there was no need to worry about the physical fitness value.
He calmed down and adjusted his breathing. He knew very well that the moment he opened the door, a "jigsaw" game would start. From now on, he should concentrate.
He moved a few steps sideways, pushed the door open, and walked into a new room. When he pushed the door, he heard a "click" in his ears. It was obvious that something behind the door frame was triggered. A few seconds later
, this new room lit up. After Feng Bujue completely entered the room, the door closed on its own. I don’t know if this was part of the mechanism or a correction behavior of the system.
There is a small wooden chair in the middle of the room. Sitting on the chair is a doll wearing a black suit and holding a newspaper in its hand. The doll has a body shape similar to that of a child, with a Chinese character face, a weird hairstyle, and a white face.
Black sclera, blood-red pupils, a spiral red halo on both cheekbones, and wide and thin bright red lips.
This face suddenly appeared in front of you in the middle of the night. It may be quite scary, but at this moment, unless the doll jumps up and bites people, no one will be scared.
"Hello, Arthur, coming here means that you have not chosen to sit still and wait for death, so please listen to the rules." The recording in the doll's belly started playing automatically after the door opened, "You should have seen a working machine.
…”
Feng Bujue's eyes moved to a machine not far away that was about the same size as a washing machine. Above the machine, there was a round opening the size of a plate, enough to put a person's head in. Some kind of component came from the hole.
The sound of operation. Feng Bujue took a few steps closer to take a look. He could see that there were two rows of gears about half a meter away from the round mouth. They fit very closely in the middle, leaving only a gap. The two rows of gears were coming from both sides.
It rotates inward, like two converging waterfalls. Although it doesn't seem to be fast, the torque is very strong. With the power of this machine, it is more than enough to crush wood and even scrap metal.
Above the machine, near the round mouth, there is a countdown timer, the time is set to five minutes, and it is already running. Next to the timer, there is a meter, the unit on it is KG, and the pointer is pointing at the moment.
zero.
"This machine can crush objects or open the door to the next room for you, and all you have to do is throw a material of sufficient weight into it. When you put in an object of more than fifteen kilograms, the door will
will turn on. If you are smart and cut off the power, or wait until the timer expires, the machine will stop running..."
Feng Bujue's eyes have moved elsewhere. He is looking for something to throw in. Obviously, besides the small wooden chair and the doll, there is something else...
"The iron cage is welded to the ground. Inside is a deeply anesthetized Tibetan macaque. Its weight is 10 kilograms. Of course, the first thing you do next is to throw away the doll and the chair.
Go in, but unfortunately, the combined weight of these two things is 7.5 kilograms..."
Feng Bujue picked up the newspaper in the hands of the doll. The news headline on it was "They are not your dinner!" The photo below was of a little baby crawling in an iron cage, looking out with the unique eyes of animals asking for help.
Monkey. The author of this report is undoubtedly Arthur Segal.
"You devalued those poachers as worthless, and called people who buy wildlife products as wealthy executioners. But during your travels in the name of interviews, you enjoyed many delicious meals with animal protection as the main ingredient.
Your wife had more than one fur coat in her closet, and you watched the animals being killed with indifference.
Now, you have the opportunity to experience what it feels like to be a real executioner. Whether to use the life of this animal in exchange for your own survival, make your choice, Arthur."
The recording ended abruptly here, while Feng Bujue was still reading the newspaper. His old habit relapsed, and he actually wanted to finish reading this systematically fictionalized report...
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